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迎接未来， 60岁， 173cm， 其他国家 加拿大

发布于2014-10-24 07:47

A typical Vancouver sunny winter day imposes countless silver lines, many of which conveniently gather near Coal Harbour: sidewalks are covered with a slim layer of frost, savouring the cold from the previous night; eagles gliding effortlessly in the clear sky, their wings expanding, deflecting the snow white; the turquoise water from the ocean kissing the shore, with endless tides; the cold and crispy breeze swirls around, refreshing my mind; sunlight dances through lonely branches, cheerfully creeping into my sight; and above all Grouse mountain stands behind, like a silent knight, its magnificence far exceeds its weight.

When the wind is light, clouds bright, its snow-capped peak simmering under the twilight, its might, seemingly floating in the air, is particularly delight!

What is happiness, I wonder. Happiness is like an illusive balloon, waiting for us to grab it, fleeing from side to side with the invisible wind, across rivers, meadows, rustic pastoral scenes and rain-washed streets. First high, barely visible, far out of touch, then low, almost within reach, blown here and there by the vagaries of a playful wind, a wind one moment heartless and sadistic, the next gently compassionate. The wind of fate, and in it dances our happiness.
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